This story uses the same Sarah from "Summer Camping Trip", however, it is not necessary to read either before the other. I am a new writer, so please leave comments, good or bad, and I will accept them gladly.
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"Hmmmm" Sally let out a soft moan into the headrest of the masseur table. Ever since she past that age barrier of forty about five years ago, Sally's body needed some form of relaxation. Sleep was good, but her bank account still showed the remnants of her tricky divorce many years earlier. Not only did she win over the house, but was also left a hefty sum of her ex-husbands' earnings after being caught with the babysitter, claiming not to have known she was only sixteen.
Since then, her husband had spent a short sentence in prison, before moving far away from her. Sally had gained custody of their then-toddler, Sarah, and used the wealth that she had been left with to raise her as best she could.
That was fifteen years ago, and long out of her memory. Right now, her mind was occupied with the tingles flushing throughout her body as the large hands of the Mexican masseur, Diego pressed into her back. With plenty of oil, Diego had worked up a hot burning rub all over his client's back and legs, and frequently changed his movements to suit the demands of Sally.
This was the second time Diego was called upon by Sally for his services, and he had come to see that he was to be one of his more tricky customers. "Too hard" or "Harder" were the most common words from his client. Although she treated him more like a hired servant.
However, he was drawn back to the job because the prim and proper anglo lady was quite beautiful for her age. She was an average height but had legs that seemed to go on forever. Diego savoured his time spent massaging up and down her taught muscles in her thighs and calves. She obviously worked out. Sally had decent sized breasts, but while she did remove her bra for the massage, she had not even considered turning to face upwards. Topping it off, she had a striking face, framed with luscious brown locks, slightly curled and flowing past her shoulders. Many younger men saw her as a "milf", and Diego thought she resembled the actress Courtney Cox.
Sally liked the way she looked, wearing clothes that demonstrated her inherited wealth whilst also showing off her body. However, as she was laid off her job just last month, she had cut the spending on clothes, and felt guilty now in the pleasure of Diego's hands. She loved the way the roughness of his skin was complemented with the gentleness of his touch. She was forced to think of the Mexican man's body.
Diego was almost 40 and was no model. His facial features were rugged but he thought he was far from attractive, and his lack of confidence in his appearance often worsened it. However, after years of training and practice in his area of expertise, Diego had huge arms and a strong, muscular chest. With regular exercise, the rest of his body was also fairly easy on the female eye. Sally had thought on numerous occasions since his first visits of the possibility of his seduction. After all, she was not being largely satisfied in her current status as single mother.
Perhaps it was the way she wiggled her bum on the table slightly as Diego approached her upper thighs, but he sensed her sexual frustration. He withheld from making any suggestions last week, but this week the movements had become more obvious, and it was clear that she needed more than a massage.
As the massage was winding to a finish, Diego looked over Sally's naked body, with the exception of her baby-blue panties. He decided he needed to be bold. As he slid his hands up the long legs of the beautiful lady, he lingered in his movements as he reached the top, and rather than lifting them from her legs, he continued the press higher.
His large fingers pressed on the underside of her panties, and Sally thought "Finally" as her expectations were fulfilled. As his thumbs dropped between the crack of her ass cheeks, he lowered them slowly, tentatively to her cunt lips. Resting there for a moment, he waited for a reaction. Seeing none, he felt safe to continue, and rubbed her slit up and down a few times. Sally was in a state of relief, however she knew this could not last.
Suddenly, Sally jerked herself forward away from Diego's fingers, turning abruptly, her face showing a shock. "What do you think you're doing?!" she questioned him in mock-fear. Diego was dumbfounded for words. He felt like there was no need to explain what he was doing and so could not answer her question.
A smile appeared across his face as if to express his mischief, but was only returned with a stern look of disbelief. Sally played the part well as she slapped him across the face, wiping his goofy smile from it. "How dare you! You think you can just go fondling your clients willy-nilly. Let me tell you, I am not some cheap whore!" Her voice had risen to a shout.
She paused. "If you do not want me to press legal charges, and believe me I WILL, you will complete this massage and leave, free of charge." Diego had nothing to reply, a schoolboy caught with gum in class. He had to comply to the strong will of the lady. "Yes, ma'am" he said.
"That's just for a start! You should be paying me not to take you to court. You wouldn't stand a chance with this one." Sally felt she might have overdone it a little, but she had to be sure she was getting this massage for free. She lay back down on the table, "No more funny business," she commanded.
Diego went about with his business, disappointed with himself for not asking at least before taking such a bold move. But he was sure she was asking for it. His confusion was only replaced by frustration; not only with him, but with the way Sally had reacted. She treated him like dirt, and she had done ever since he had worked for her.
His hands pushed strongly into her back in frustration, thinking "white bitch, thinks she's better than me, more powerful than me! I've worked ten times as hard as her, I deserve the wealth she has. I should be looking down on her." His thoughts were disturbed by a twitch and a small yelp, "Too hard, you numbnut, how difficult can it be to keep some consistency."
With that the front door opened, and in trudged the tired looking Sarah. She was dressed in her school uniform and looked absolutely gorgeous. She wore a white buttoned blouse, with a small navy blue bow under the collar. Her skirt was the same colour, and came down to just above her knees. As though to dress her splendidly shaped legs up further, her silky white socks came up to just below her knees, and her small feet were clad in small black flats. The outfit looked amazingly cute on her small figure, as her skinny body, complimented by her cute bubble butt, immediately drew the gaze of Diego.
As his eyes travelled up her little frame, it came to rest on her small, pretty face, soft blue eyes, smooth skin, accentuated with her small mouth and nose. Stands of her blonde hair, washed with a light brown, fell down onto her face in her flourished tiredness, while the rest of her hair, held in a ponytail, was hidden by the cute, beige broad-rimmed hat.
